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I think you are... hot. (:
origin — @chopnskrew [ status : accepting ]
“I THINK YOU ARE..”
HIS SNICKERS COULD NOT BE RESTRAINED. As unexpected as the words may have been, the wolf found himself amused and – terribly flustered, to say the least.
“Well — aren’t you forward, miss. I can’t say I’m not flattered.. so I won’t, hn.”
┊◗ a new beginning @chopnskrew
❛ No news is good news ... isn't how that how the saying goes ? ❜
∘◦ .。 ── STARTER 1/1 FOR : @chopnskrew
he’s simply not in a birthday kind of mood. truthfully, he hasn’t been in one since the day he had turned twelve years old. birthdays had just gone entirely down hill after that. ❝ i get that you were trying to be nice ---- but i don’t exactly celebrate my birthday like this. ❞ and by like this he means close intimate settings with a lack of alcohol & strangers surrounding him.
“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”
( — Late Night Sentence Starters ♱ status: ACCEPTING *)
❝ ☠ Being a witness to sanity clinging to but a whisp of a thread among those who wish to see the things that she has seen, the medium says nothing for a moment, embracing the silence that washed over them with open arms. Pursing her lips as she allows her thoughts to coil tightly within each other only to be unwound meticulously as to not offend the other, she finally speaks after a beat (or three). “Not to me.” and she wholeheartedly means it. With every unfortunate event that occurred in her life, Akira is painfully aware that if she didn’t find out what was being done to her she would have accepted her fate with peace. It was better not knowing. “But I suppose that in itself is situational, wouldn’t you agree?” Tilting her head she turns to Gabi with an innocent grin.
The one thing Akira enjoyed about being a radio persona was the fact that she was allowed the freedom to be who she was outside of work without much ridicule - to e x i s t without the pressure of maintaining a facade that exhausted her from time to time. Lifting her coffee cup to her lips she suddenly becomes hyper aware of the heat emitting from the ceramic; of how the ash from her cigarette glowed brightly in contrast to the dark liquid. Gabi’s company was always welcomed in any situation, but was embraced more in the cover of darkness. For some reason entities curious gaze strayed away from the bride of Lucifer whenever her enchanting friend was around. “Before a child knows what abuse is, it mistakes it for love and somehow develops in its’ tiny little brain that if whoever hits them more that they love them.” Taking a sip of the bitter liquid she leans back in the chair, letting her feet prop up on the railing of the balcony as a hand comes to rest on her stomach. She speaks from experience, an experience that she kept under strict surveillance.
Finally she turns her gaze towards the woman, features softening as she takes in the careful lines of Gabi’s features with a fondness that’s foreign to her. For once she can’t point out the oddity in someone and just like they were discussing, maybe it was entirely for the best. Something about her invoked the darkness that laid dormant in her - it stirred a monster inside of her that she didn’t know it existed. But she ignores it. For her own sanity and for the sake of how she viewed the woman. Taking in a long pull of her cigarette, she lets the back of her head rest on the chair as she stares at the night sky. “Do you believe in ghosts?”
“ that’s the greatest thing to steal : a man’s joy ” // either Nari or Minjoon :)
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“I suppose that depends from context to context.” Minjoon’s hand was full of peanuts he had collected from the shared bowl in front of them, and as he looked through his catch, he discarded those unshapely and perceived as less palatable, and then slowly popped into his mouth those he expected to possess the right balance of salty and bitter. “Stealing a happy man’s joy? Not as an exciting feat as stealing the last little spark of joy from someone otherwise spiraling into the abyss. Just imagine it - they’ve been given hope and then you snatch it away from them.”
He leans back into the seat, and the old wood squeaks somewhat against the nearly-equally old flooring. “Just like taking long-desired candy from a child. That, my dear, is fun.”
“Pray that hell or heaven lets you in.”
origin — @chopnskrew [ status : accepting ]
HAMILTON SENTENCE STARTERS ( PART TWO )
WHAT A SILLY NOTION INDEED. To even toss the juncture within the bounds of his mazed head was a headache unneeded and absolutely, not asked for. Kit wanted to scoff, bathe in the sarcasm that was always resting upon blurred sidelines, aching for a moment, any really to strike their dissociative quips. Though it’s not that easy to shake off, caught in her boundless gaze, the bourbon angled in crystal glass barely tasted to appreciation and he, well, couldn’t have that at all. “Praying? Useless.” He’s taking a swig, volatile actions maintaining an emptiness alcohol always loved to touch.
“I’ll happily belong to the limbo. Unattached.. wandering. As so many search for answers in the afterlife – I crave to be rid of the questions. All of them. Finally some peace.”
@chopnskrew // No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”
SHE WHIMPERED WITH a nod, the only limb she could move as of now with the majority of her body tied and slumped in the corner as she watched the latter with wide eyes. It wasn’t long before the unknown men harshly dragged them out of their little prison hole. Before Heejung was shoved in a chair on a corner and her companion then, Ash, was shoved in the middle.
And the show begins. Her face was unreadable but her eyes were raging with malice. It wasn’t every day that she wasn’t the one on the chopping board.
It was like half of him was missing; a void where half his personality should be, half of what was important, what was needed, and vital. A magical block had been created to stop him from feeling the ties that connected him to his burn, Taemin. Without the bond, he couldn’t change. Without the bond, he was stuck as a man - a gift and a curse. If Taemin were to perish without him, Asher would become a cat, and a cat he would stay until his next burn made eye contact with him.
It would be more than a failure, it’d be another piece of his heart torn away.
This ‘bad guy’, enemy, whatever, was powerful - scary powerful, to have separated his links with his burn, even temporarily. The only thing in his favor was that while the sorcerer had managed to recognize Asher as a familiar, he’d failed to realize that the woman he’d been enjoying the evening with was not his witch. She was ... something, something dark, with a basis in greed and lust, possibly evil. He’d always enjoyed speaking to her but treated her like he would another witch, wizard or magical creature: someone to be careful around, as he did not know much about whatever powers she had. What he did know was that if he stared too long, he felt a morbid desire to seduce her, and to tell her anything she wanted to know.
The word succubus felt too gentle for whatever she was. And he’d given her a little too much information about himself, what he was, and who he was connected to. An itch grew in the back of his mind that if it suited her, she’d set him up for this kind of ambush herself. But would she have her men tie her up as well? would she go that far to trick him?
honestly, he didn’t know. -- well, he did: she would. but she lacked a motive just now, hurting him and his burn would not gain her any power. She’d do better to attempt seducing them both than physically hurting them if she wanted their power. So no, he didn’t believe this was heejung’s doing. For some reason, the thought made him relax and trust that she’d keep her mouth closed for now.
The first bamboo strip bit under his nail, pushing it up and causing the familiar to cry out - no masculine pride here, folks, very few human beings ever withstood this torture silently. blood welled under the nailbed and trickled down the wood, Asher growled and tried to call the smoke to him, the mist that covered all painful transformations; and nothing happened but the steady dripping of his blood and laughter of the man holding nine more strips.
The questioning began. Who are you, where did you come from, are you immortal? Asher, a cat, no. Lies, you’re lying. I’m not. What are you? I’m just a pet. Lies. I’m not.
Blood now dripped from five fingers, and Asher felt the world blur and go black - pain and blood loss sucking him into a void where it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
chopnskrew. slides url for the thing eheh
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MY OPINION ON:
character in general: YES. HEEJUNG. UGH. okay. let me tell you. i really, really adore this muse and i am SO glad that they are back. she is indeed darker than hyejung, (also i think it’s cute how their names kinda rhyme.) heejung is.. gory, but i do like it. i like the phrases she says and they sound so sultry but at the same time, you know she could be lying (but most likely not.) for example, the meme with her stabbing a guy’s eyes out-- she could have done that. you’d expect it from someone like heejung to do so. hyejung? only if the person deserved it or she was told to do so from someone of a higher rank than her (so someone she admires.)how they play them: AHHHH. super great. what else do i say..?the mun: suuuper sweet. they secretly love me but i must now go profess my love to them.
DO I:
rp with them: yes!!!want to rp with them: YESS. all the time.
WHAT IS MY:
overall opinion: i probably need to read on more of what she is based after but yes i recommend this blog 100/10 because !! they are great, mun is great, just every thing is great and i am in awe.. total awe, whenever i read a thread of her’s (sorry i don’t stalk-- it just appears ; u ; )
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
